Day 272: Rice for Breakfast

I like rice. I have always liked rice. When I used to babysit, and if the parents had Minute Rice (r) in their pantry, I’d often make myself a bowl of rice as a snack.

This morning I made myself a bowl of rice with rice seasoning and hardboiled egg. It was delightful.

Day 266: Maskless Dining

On March 1, 2020 Dean and I spent some time in Alexandria, VA. We stopped at a furniture store that my friend, Catherine, recommended and perhaps we went to Huntly Meadows after that. That evening we drove to the Del Ray area where we used to live and had a drink at the Evening Star. Then we went to RTs for dinner. We suspected it wouldn’t be long before the new virus showed up in our area, perhaps closing down restaurants, so we knew this might be our last dinner out in a while. We never expected it to be over 14 months until we (I — Dean’s been less cautious) felt safe enough to dine indoors at a restaurant.

Last night, being fully vaccinated, we went back to RTs. While I wore a mask inside most of the time, I felt so much safer when I wasn’t wearing a mask than even a month ago. We started out at the bar (imagine sitting at a bar again!!) and then ate in the dining room.

Needless to say, it was delightful!

Also: Cicada Report — about 8 more seen today!

Day 260: Mother’s Day

It was a delightful Mother’s Day this year. Clare called around 2:30 and Andrew and Alex stopped by shortly after that. We all had a nice chat until Clare needed to get back to work.

Andrew and Alex helped plant a spiderwort (at least I think that’s what it is) that Anne Pemberton gave me this morning. We also pulled mugwort out of the bed where it was trying to take over.

We ordered from our favorite Korean restaurant, House of Milae, and for dessert had pastries that Andrew and Alex picked up at Breads Unlimited.

Andrew gave me a spiral ginger plant. They also gave me a copy of Amanda Gorman’s poem that she read at the Inauguration. Alex gave me calming tea she created.

At one point during the evening I saw a text from Clare asking if I’d seen her video. I figured I’d wait until Andrew and Alex left before checking it out. Then Dean checked his phone and showed us the video. Clare recorded herself singing the chorus of Dan Bern’s Jerusalem!

This was a memorable Mother’s Day. The only thing missing was Clare, but she nearly made up for her absence.

Days 238-245: Delightful Tybee Island

We spent a delightfully relaxing week on Tybee Island, Georgia. Much of the time I felt simply happy. Happier than I remembered feeling for a very long time. Change of scenery? Nothing hanging over my head? Lovely Airbnb? Maybe all of it combined.

I’d wake up and drink my coffee on the screened porch off the bedroom. The first morning I shared the space with a female cowbird. The other mornings I shared it with various insects. A gecko came by twice, but on the other side of the screen.

I’d putz after that and then Dean and I would explore either the island, or nearby Savannah.

We either went out (ate outside) for dinner, or Dean would cook one of the Hungry Harvest meals we brought with us. Once we brought a meal back to the Airbnb.

By the end I was rested and ready to get back home.

Day 233: Shakshuka

We were going to make pizza today. We had it for dinner yesterday and I thought that we’d used up all the tomato sauce so made another batch (just San Marino canned tomatoes cooked a good long time). We had eggs that needed to be used so I looked up a recipe for shakshuka and made that instead. It was lovely and delicious and delightful, all except for the runny whites.

I made pita bread out of the leftover pizza dough.

Day 204: Alone Time & Mezze

Dean had to go into work this morning so I had the house to myself. It was delightful.

This afternoon I spent all day in the kitchen making a few Greek dishes for dinner including avgolemono soup, something that I’ve been wanting to learn how to make ever since a friend made it for us in Pittsburgh in the 1980s. I also made pita bread, baked feta, hummus, and a lettuce Greek salad.

A few months ago Dean came into the kitchen, hungry and wondering when dinner was. I mentioned that I’d been cooking all afternoon and it would be ready when it was ready. He said something like “you always cook elaborate things”. I took it as criticism but when he said it was a compliment I let it go, although I still think he was criticizing me. Yesterday, expecting a similar remark, I said that I think that cooking is becoming a hobby. Now that I have the time to try new recipes I like to make meals whose dishes go together. He was impressed with everything last night. Delightful, but making it was delightful.

Alas no photos of dinner but a bonus delight in the way of Dr. Fauci on Dean’s computer from earlier in the week.